The middle-aged man was also a little helpless, he had sold pork for half his life, and it was the first time he had seen Chen Ge like this: "If you have nothing else to do, just go, I don't have a pig killing knife." ”

"Do you sell these knives you usually use?" Chen Ge is iron-hearted, he will start the live broadcast tonight, whether it is useful or not, buy a handful and bring it with him first.

"How can I do business if I sell it to you?" As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, a young man with dyed hair squeezed in from the back of the crowd, he looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old, his coat tied around his waist, yawning.

Seeing the young man coming, the middle-aged man slashed the bone chopping knife in his hand on the board, wiped his greasy hand on his waist, and walked towards the young man: "Do you still know to come back?" Where did you run last night! ”

"Sang with a few friends, and then went on the network." The young man put on headphones, as if he didn't want to listen to middle-aged nonsense.

"Why don't you answer the phone?" Cutting bones and meat all year round, the middle-aged man looks much stronger than the young man, he directly stepped forward and pulled off the young man's headphones: "I'm talking to you!" ”

The headphones were pulled off, and the young man covered his ears and stood in front of the middle-aged man, without saying a word, staring at the middle-aged man.

"Dumb? I ask you why you didn't come home last night? If you don't answer the phone, what the hell do you want to do? The middle-aged man was very loud, and the uncle and aunt who were shopping for vegetables next to him began to persuade him, and the young man standing on the other side stared at the middle-aged man, grabbed his headphones, and ran towards the outside of the market.

"Come back!" The middle-aged man couldn't leave because he was busy with business, so he stomped his feet angrily, grabbed the kitchen knife on the board, and chopped the bones fiercely.

Looking at his murderous appearance, Chen Ge took back the money next to the board with great interest, and left with his in his arms.

Walking out of the farmer's market, Chen Ge was looking for a bicycle, and the young man with dyed hair suddenly took the initiative to find him.

"I heard you want to buy a pig-killing knife?"

"I don't want a new knife, I need the kind of butcher knife that has been used for a long time."

"I have one in my family, come with me, don't let my dad see it." The young man led Chen Ge to a residential building near the farmer's market, where he asked Chen Ge to wait outside the door, and after a while he picked up a strip of red cloth from the house.

"My father is a pig killer, and he was going to take this knife into the coffin, saying that he would not let the family do this business again in the future, but my father had to keep this broken knife. As a result, everything went wrong at home since then, he lost all his money in business, and my mother was gone, and finally he had to go to the vegetable market to kill pigs. The young man stuffed the strips wrapped in red cloth to Chen Ge: "This knife is unlucky, I don't want to trap you, you can take it directly for a hundred yuan." ”

When the young man said this, Chen Ge was curious, he lifted the red cloth and looked down.

The pupils throbbed, as if they had been pricked by a needle, and it took two or three seconds before they returned to normal.

The red cloth was a single-edged sharp knife of nearly forty centimeters, probably because it was soaked in too much blood, and the blade turned out to be black and red.

There is a blood groove in the middle of the blade, and the surface of the wooden handle is like blood, with thin red lines remaining.

Chen Ge tried to swing it twice, but it was a little heavier than expected.

"This knife feels a little fierce."

I don't know how long it has been wrapped in red cloth, and the blade is no longer sharp, but the aura emanating from its body has not changed.

"When I was a child, I saw my grandfather carry a knife into the pigsty, and not a single pig dared to hum." The young man looked at the red cloth and stretched out his hand towards Chen Ge: "If you are satisfied, give money." ”

"Yes, this is the 'pig' knife I'm looking for." Chen Ge handed the young man a hundred yuan, and left his own phone number for the young man: "If your father asks you about the knife, you can ask him to call me." ”

"What does this have to do with him?" With a cold face, the young man took the money and entered the house.

"Your father speaks a little impulsively, it seems to be a violent temper, but he is not easy, as far as I know, there is no slaughterhouse near Jiujiang at all, he wants to buy fresh pork in the morning, he must get up at three o'clock in the morning to go to the suburbs to buy, so as to catch the morning market."

……

Carrying live chickens and pig-killing knives, Chen Ge returned to New Century Paradise, there was still some time before it opened, Chen Ge took out the list he had made last night.

"The rooster, the pig-killing knife, and the salt are all there...... The Samsung horror scene is extremely dangerous, and if you can't come back safely, everything else is empty talk. Chen Ge is ready to turn everything on his body into hole cards that can help him at critical moments.

He pulled out his black phone and slid the page to the bottom, his eyes locked on the Horror Wheel.

To be honest, he has a certain psychological shadow of this function of the black phone: "When I completed the daily task of expanding the haunted house before, it was useless to reward a lottery chance, the haunted house has been open for so long, and the screams accumulated are enough to redeem a lottery opportunity, I can't draw it twice in a row, it can't be all ghosts, right?" ”

For this kind of game that is uncontrollable and completely depends on the face, Chen Ge has always stayed away. If it weren't for the pressure brought to him by the Samsung Trials mission, he would probably continue to selectively forget this feature of the black phone.

"Two chances, maybe you can really draw something to save your life." Chen Ge has always been a very decisive person, he tapped the screen with his fingers, and the turntable turned directly.

As the turntable became slower and slower, Chen Ge clenched his hands: "Don't make another ghost!" ”

The phone beeped softly, and the pointer stopped in one direction of the turntable.

"The draw is complete! Congratulations on getting a special item - White Day candy (when Zhang Ya's favorability reaches a soft spot, there is a 7% chance of appearing). ”

"Sincere, white, romantic, pure, your friendship will be sublimated when you receive this gift."

"White. Valentine's Day Candy: The sweet taste lingers on the tip of the tongue, and when you eat the candy, Zhang Ya will appear. ”

"You accepted a gift that Zhang Ya didn't give before her death, and Zhang Ya's favorability towards you has increased slightly."

After watching it for a long time, Chen Ge had an ominous premonition in his heart, and he sat on the stairs at the door of the haunted house: "I accepted the gift that Zhang Ya didn't give before her death, why does this sound so awkward?" ”

With a cold neck, Chen Ge turned around and found that he had a candy bag behind his back, the packaging design was very similar to the candy bag in the dance studio of a private college in the western suburbs.

He opened it and saw that it contained only a white gummy. Somewhat scary, the candy is a crying girl's face on the surface.

"This face is very similar to one of Zhang Ya's roommates, she shouldn't have made her roommate's remnants into candy, right?"

Stuffing the candy into the paper bag, Chen Ge felt that he needed to be quiet: "Although there are no ghosts drawn in this lottery, the prizes are still related to ghosts, is it because I am too close to the haunted house, so I always draw these demons and monsters?" ”

He dusted his body, went into the house, washed his face, put the away, and rode his bicycle away from New Century Paradise.

"According to the introduction of the black phone, there are many kinds of rewards in the wheel, and it is time to draw good things in terms of probability." Chen Ge stood under the early sun, facing the sun, and clicked on the screen.

The hands rotate rapidly on the turntable, and only come to a slow stop after more than ten seconds.

"What did you draw?" The early sun fell on Chen Ge's body, as if it had gilded his body.

"The draw is complete! Lucky Ghost Patron, congratulations on getting the Crying Tape, a rare special item (3% chance of winning)! ”

The first time he listened to the tape, he noticed that there was a noise in the blank tape that could not be eliminated, and he tried various methods to finally restore the content of the noise. It turned out to be the sound of him struggling for help when he was dying. ”

"Lucky Ghost Patron, congratulations on winning the rare ghost again!"

"Attention! After winning five Ghost Draws, the Ghost Patron title will be automatically upgraded! ”

……

When the sun rose, Chen Ge sat on the curb of the road, he lit a cigarette, and looked at the New Century Paradise three thousand meters away: "I wouldn't have run so far if I knew it." ”